Great Shift: Honest Hank

Image Description: A woman with long legs and long brown hair is bent over, looking into the engine of a BMW. She is facing away from the camera, wearing black high-heeled shoes and a white top that just covers half of her naked butt, flashing her genitals at the camera.

Caption: Honest Hank was lucky; he didn’t have to change careers after The Great Shift.
“Fixin’ cars is all up here,” he’d say, pointing a well-manicured finger to his temple. He’s really jumped into his new life with both feet—in designer heels. If anything, the other guys think he’s a
little too comfortable, especially with his new philosophy on work attire: “Why should I be the only one who gets to take a peek under the hood?”

Commentary: Sometimes I just write them for the jokes.

Changes in the Dark

Image Description: A naked woman sits in the dark, with light-colored hair coming down to her shoulders. Her mouth is open in surprise, and she has a dangling piercing at her navel. She has glowing multicolored rings around her neck, her breasts, and her wrists. Her hands are held in front of her groin.

Caption: Frank woke with a gasp,  blinking his eyes in the darkness.

“Welcome back, Mr. Scott,” said a feminine voice from somewhere unseen.

“Where am I? Who are you?” he noticed the feel of cool air all over his bare skin. “Am I naked?” He tried moving, but his wrists were bound to the chair at his groin. His ankles were tied to the chair legs. He shook at the bonds. “Untie me! Let me go!”

“You’ve been a naughty boy, Mr. Scott,” the voice said.

Whatever material his ringlike bonds were made of was strong and tight and warm, something between plastic and steel. He noticed that a ring of the same material was around his neck, two more were attached to his chest. No matter how he moved, none of them would budge.

“It will go easier if you stop struggling, Mr. Scott. Take your punishment like a man.” The voice sounded gleeful.

“What punishment? What did I do?”

“Nothing you’ll ever be able to do again,” the voice said. That’s when the bonds lit up with colors that blazed in the darkness. Reds and yellows and blues chased each other around the rings; an electric tingle danced across Frank’s skin. The rings pulsed simultaneously, and Frank yelped at the
sensation, like his skin was tightening all over. They pulsed again a few moments later, knocking the breath from his lungs, as if his ribcage suddenly squeezed inward.

Each pulse was sharp, sudden, and uncomfortable—his fingers and feet contracting, his cheekbones and jaw rearranging, his pelvis stretching—made all the more unsettling since Frank could only see glimpses his body in the flickering colors. His throat tightened at one pulse, another made it feel like
he’d been pinched hard in the nose. The tingling sensation was growing stronger—or was his skin becoming more sensitive?

Hair tickled his shoulders now, but the rest of his skin felt smooth and soft. One pulse stiffened his nipples, and another made them feel large and swollen. The swelling in his chest continued, and he finally began to realize what was the rings were doing. He opened his mouth to protest, but another pulse shocked his groin hard, turning his protest into a pained moan with a voice that was not his own. He felt his dick pull suddenly away from his bound hands, and he fumbled to find it again, grasping at a cock and balls that felt like what he’d had before puberty. Two more pulses and they were gone, leaving only smoothness and a patch of soft hair. His hands continued exploring what they could reach, and after a few more pulses, found folds and fluids that felt familiar to his fingers, but the other sensations in the region were new and foreign and addictive. The pulses continued, and Frank couldn’t remember why she felt so panicked. Her head felt funny. Where was she? Why was she naked? What were these weird glowing rings?

“Hello?” she called out.

“Hello, Miss Scott.” The voice triggered something deep in her mind, a feeling of pleasure and an overwhelming desire to please. “How do you feel?”

Fiona took a deep breath. She didn’t want to say the wrong thing. “Confused,” she said honestly. “A little sore all over.”

“That will pass soon,” said the voice. “Brace yourself, this next one will sting.”

The last pulse made Fiona squeak, as she felt a sharp pinch in her navel. She could just barely see the glint of metal in the glow from the rings, but felt the little beads tickling the sensitive skin around her belly button. Suddenly, the clouds in her mind cleared. She knew who she was and what she wanted.

She was Fiona Scott. She wanted to please Mistress, and hoped Mistress would find someone big and strong to pleasure her.

“You may stand up now, Miss Scott.”

”Yes, Mistress., Thank you, Mistress,” Fiona stood quickly, and the rings fell to the floor, save the one around her neck. Fiona smiled, and hoped Mistress would let her keep the pretty necklace.

Commentary: One of the longest ones I've ever written, and easily the most involved in terms of the formatting for the text. I'm actually pretty proud of how it turned out, and I absolutely love that photo. It screamed for a caption. Hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Changing Storms: Snow Job

Image Description: A young woman with dirty blond hair pulled back into a ponytail with a red scrunchie stands outside. She is topless with red thong underwear, and she is gathering snow from a large snowdrift into a green tub.

Caption: David got caught outside during the changing storm, along with hundreds of other newly-minted teenage girls. He arrived home to find a thong, a scrunchie, and a copy of Seventeen magazine on his bed. His roommates thought they were so funny. They also thought they’d be safe
staying inside until all the snow melted. A second exposure to the snow meant David might spend a couple more days in this form, but it’d be worth it to get back at the other guys.

After all, revenge is a dish best served cold.

Scheduling Error

Image Description: Two smiling naked women lie on their stomachs in a shallow stream along a rocky shoreline. The one on the left has long blond hair with dark roots and has one of her legs lifted in the air, the one on the right has light brown hair tied back and is propped up on her elbow, with a necklace dangling.

Caption: Mike and I heard the stories about the magic cove our whole lives. Most people didn’t believe them, but with the promise of a new perspective on life, what did we have to lose? We waited until the Vernal Equinox, stripped down, and submerged ourselves in the chilly waters at daybreak, just as the legends said. Neither of us could have imagined the results. We stepped out of the water,
shivering, dripping—and female! We looked like we could have been our own twin sisters. Naturally, we took advantage of our new bodies. We went shopping, got free drinks at the bar, and we each spent a little alone time getting to know ourselves a little more intimately. It’s been fun, and we’ve really learned a lot from our changed perspective, but we’re both ready to change back.

It’s a real shame neither of us bothered to check the tide charts.

Commentary: I thought it'd be good to end the week with a shorter entry, and right in time for Spring! If you ever happen to stumble on this cove, maybe send me directions.

Changing Storms: Sledding

Image Description: A naked woman with long brown hair and tan skin with tan lines at her breasts and groin walks down a snowy path, looking cold and surprised as she holds the strap of a red sled.

Caption: Billy’s mom was so overprotective about the changing storms. After Billy walked home just once and came in naked with six arms, she refused to let him outside. All his friends got to show off their cool changes every few weeks, and he was always just boring Billy. It wasn’t fair!

The worst was last week, when Billy had to miss the first snow of the season. It wasn’t even a changing storm! He wasn’t about to let that happen again. Billy woke up early and looked out at the fresh-fallen snow. He dressed quietly and grabbed his trusty sled, then snuck across the street to the ravine.

He sped down the hill, cold air rushing past his face. He couldn’t believe his mom would have kept him from having this much fun!

The sled hit a bump near the bottom of the slope, and Billy went flying into a snowdrift. He stood up laughing and brushed the snow off his arm—and his sleeve with it!

His clothes dripped off like they were made of jelly, and he would have been freezing if not for the tingling warmth all over his body. He grew taller, and for a moment wondered if he might get to be a grownup, maybe even a bodybuilder! He felt a twinge of disappointment when he stopped after a foot or so, and he definitely wasn’t gaining muscle. If anything, he slimmed down, though he seemed to be getting pudgier around the chest and butt. He looked down, noticing hair growing in his crotch, but his wiener shrank away!

Hair fell down in front of his face, and that’s when he realized he’d turned into a girl, probably about his babysitter’s age. The warmth faded, and Billy felt cold again—both from the snow and the fear of trying to explain this to his Mom!

Commentary: Check out the very first Special Edition caption! Originally, this was one big, unbroken wall of text, and I was going to leave it like that and just mention how I'd do it differently if I made the caption today, but then I ran across a typo and twitched a little and decided to go ahead and fix it. I guess I should have saved the old version so you could see the progression, but just trust me that it's better now.

Not Cut Out for Parenthood

Image Description: In low light against a black background, a naked, heavily pregnant woman with long, cascading hair looks wistfully at her swollen belly while stretching out, leaning against a stool.

Caption: I never wanted kids. I admit that I could have been more up-front about that before we got married, but I just don't have any desire to be a parent. I avoided the conversation for years, but she finally forced it. I told her the truth, that I'd never want kids. She just got this weird glimmer in her eye and said I'd change my mind eventually.

Then somehow she turned me into a girl. She said early on that she was a witch, but I thought she was just being hard on herself, you know? The worst part is that it took months for me to even realize. Everything from that time is kind of hazy, but eventually I noticed that my body had completely changed, and I was missing some key parts.

I still don't want kids. That hasn't changed, though maybe it will someday. I've still got some time before it's an issue. Right now I'm just waiting, growing bigger every day, and wondering if she'll ever change me back to normal.

Even if she doesn't, it's not all bad. I mean, in a few weeks, I'll get to suck on tits the size of my head whenever I want. That alone will make nine months inside her almost worth it.

Commentary: Another longer-form one, but I think it works well with the twist. Also, what an artsy picture there. Just gorgeous.

The Forest's Flower

Image Description: A brown-skinned naked woman with long, dark hair looks back over her shoulder while standing in the branches of a tree, with the sun shining through the leaves.

Caption: Carlos had chained himself to pipelines and picketed demolition crews before, but he'd never tried something like this, not on his own. That wouldn't stop him, not when he had the chance to save this old-growth forest. He stocked up on supplies, made a statement to the media, then climbed the tree to wait out the bulldozers and chainsaws.

Seven days into the protest, his resolve was stronger than ever, but his body wasn't. He was sick, tired, dehydrated, and starving. He thought the voice was just delirium, its thanks for his service just a trick of his dying mind, but the fruits sprouting around him seemed real enough.

He plucked them, eating real food for the first time in days, letting the nectar drip down his chin. He'd never tasted anything so sweet, so rich. The more he ate, the more he heard the voices of the trees. He stripped off his clothes and let them fall like autumn leaves. His rough bark gave way to the supple skin of a sapling. His thick, stiff branches became willowy stems. His leaves grew thick and long, while his body shed patches of dark moss. Finally, where once had been a stubby twig bloomed a beautiful flower.

Men still come to the forest, sometimes with axes, sometimes with saws, but always full of rich pollen. A visit to the forest's newest flower is all that's needed to send them back to their hives. Seeds have taken root, and next spring one flower will become two or three. The forest dreams now of blooming with a thousand such flowers.

That will take many springs, but the forest knows how to wait.

Commentary: A little more poetic than I usually go, but I think the picture demanded it.

Security Deposit

Image Description: A naked woman with long brown hair holds her head in her hands, looking anxious. She has a pierced navel and a well-trimmed strip of pubic hair.

Caption: Okay, shit, think. Fuck! Kevin, you moron! You should have known you couldn't drink that much tequila in this little body. What was I thinking? God, I hope Body Rentals gives me back my deposit after what I did in this one...what I remember doing, anyway.

Oh God, I hope they give me back my body!

Commentary: I think images like this, pairing unconventional expressions with erotic imagery, make the best captions. What about you?

Every Step

Image Description: A woman with shoulder-length brown hair is walking outdoors, looking backward at herself. She is wearing a low-cut white shirt, a necklace, a brown skirt that stretches over her pregnant belly, and red shoes with wedge heels.

Caption: "Every step will change you," the witch promised Derek. "Until you become a better person."

He'd rolled his eyes and walked away from the crazy old broad. Witchcraft? Seriously? What a loon.

Derek didn't feel the changes as he walked home, not until he had to push the strands of long, brown hair out of his face. He looked down to see a wholly unfamiliar body—a woman's body! And an attractive one at that! He jumped backward in shock, and his hair grew another few inches. He suddenly needed to get home, and in the fewest steps possible.

He stretched his legs as far as his new skirt would allow, but the changes continued. He nearly fell over when his ratty old sneakers suddenly became a pair of dark red closed-toe wedges. He took a few tentative steps, and began to think that maybe it wasn't so bad. He'd been pretty miserable—and a real jerk to that old woman—but this might be the kind of change he needed to turn his life around.

Debra smiled as he watched his butt bubble outward over the next few steps. She was becoming quite the hottie! She was a little disappointed when she stopped seeing any more changes to her backside, despite taking several more steps down the road, but she'd be in for a very big, unexpected surprise when she looked forward again!

Commentary: This is one of my favorite pictures I've found for captioning. It took a bit to come up with the right cap, but I like how the story turned out.

High-Stakes Pool

Image Description: A naked woman with long brown hair and a tattoo around her navel stands next to a pool table, holding a cue and a ball rack. She eyes the table intently.

Caption: The night was not going well for Frank. He lost his clothes in the first round against Mitch, and his manhood in the second. He's betting the rest on game three, lining up every shot like some kind of chessmaster. Unfortunately for Frank, I think Mitch is gonna be the only master he knows for a long time.

Commentary: Pictures of naked people in places where you wouldn't normally expect naked people are, like, the best fodder for TG captions.

Changing Storms: More than a Handful

Image Description: A naked woman with long, wet blonde hair stands on a porch, holding one of her breasts to her mouth so she can suck on the nipple.

Caption: Katie had always hated her flat chest, so when Amy called to say that the changing storm had given her a pair of D-cups, Katie rushed right out. She didn't even care that the rain dissolved her clothes off, and didn't care who saw her standing naked on her porch, not once the pressure began building in her chest, pushing out into two sizable round tits. She hefted them happily in her hands and drank in as much rainwater as she could, hoping she'd be one of the few people blessed with permanent changes. As she squeezed her new tits, she noticed them growing heavier and fuller. Small white drops began to appear at the tips of her nipples, and she realized there was more to the change than Amy had mentioned. Overcome by happiness, strange urges, and desperate hope to do anything that might make the changes last longer, she lifted her new breast and wrapped her mouth around the nipple—something she'd only ever dreamed of being able to do before—drinking deeply, both of the warm, surprisingly sweet milk and the amazingly pleasurable new sensations.

Commentary: I really wish I could have found a bigger version of this picture, but I think I saw it as a screengrab from a video, and this was the biggest it got without looking funky. This one could also use another editing pass. Oh well.

Lost Medallion

Image Description: Three naked women stand in knee-deep water along a beach. They're carrying fins, goggles, and snorkels. Two of them have long brown hair, and the third has short blonde hair.

Caption: "We've been diving for hours, and we're no closer to finding the medallion that turned us into chicks. Maybe it's time to accept it and go bikini shopping."

Commentary: Does this count as an Altered Fates tie-in? I'm going to count it :).

Reading Glasses

Image Description: A pregnant woman with long brown hair, dressed in a lacy black bra and an oversized white button-down shirt looks down at something, confused.

Caption: Shit! That wasn't a spell for eternal life! That was a spell for internal life!

That's it, no more spellcasting without my reading glasses.

Commentary: Only now am I realizing just how vague the transformation here is. Like, the shirt implies that it's gender transformation, but it could just be a sudden pregnancy, too. Whatever floats your boat, I guess. Death of the author!